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[Cee]

Did you write that fan fiction? With Unexpected Purpose? It's great! I loved reading it. ^^ I see you're working on another chapter?    

 

Thank you. It took me forever to write the second chapter, which I put up the other day, but part of the next one has sort of happened. And I have one that takes place later already done. I still have feelings to get out, but that pesky plot.

 

But we do have a great, varied group over on AO3.

 

[Cee]

I can't see it! 

 

I uploaded to another site.

[Lois]

This is a photo of the blanket fort in its essence (when not discussing ancient Elvhen culture gossip )

 

That is perfect! Haha!  

 

Thank you. It took me forever to write the second chapter, which I put up the other day, but part of the next one has sort of happened. And I have one that takes place later already done. I still have feelings to get out, but that pesky plot.

 

But we do have a great, varied group over on AO3.

Have you always been interested in writing fiction?    If you don't mind me asking, what's AO3?

[Eivuwan]

It's not the northness, it's just in this loaction where it rains all the time. Hence it's cloudy all the time. 

 

It depends a lot on the person whether they're susceptible to SAD. I have literally felt this craving for sunlight in the midst of winter.

 

Edit: Have a compilation of Solas kisses. http://eeblingtheshade.tumblr.com/

 

 

These kissing angles look so much more intimate.

[Eivuwan]

Speaking of Seasonal Affective Disorder (I have a mild problem with this too), vitamin D and a daylight alarm clock helps as well. Vitamin D helps with the fatigue and depression. Daylight alarm helps you wake up more naturally and it helps me feel more refreshed in the mornings.

[Garnet]

Welp. I messed up and uploaded a bunch of screenshots to imgur without logging in. Whoops!

But this is what I was up to this morning.. I woke up before anyone should ever actually be awake. 

Spoiler

Creeper Solas!

 

[Sable Rhapsody]

Solas fluff Friday is a thing on tumblr.  But I like you guys better so have gradschool fluff here!

 

Spoiler

Thursday afternoons were always slow.  The undergrads were mostly in class, the business students had guest seminars, and the grad students were holed up in their offices and labs.  The only other person in the coffee shop was Solas's housemate, barely visible behind a stack of textbooks and scattered paper.

 

"One Antivan spice tea, and a muffin on the house."  Dorian started to move his books, but she shook her head and dragged over another table for him.

 

He gave her a tired but grateful smile.  "Won't you be in trouble?" he asked, though he was already staring greedily at the muffin.

 

"We never go through all the pastries on weekdays," she explained.  "If I don't give them to starving grad students, Cole takes them for his classmates the next morning."

 

"Thanks."  He swallowed the mouthful of muffin with some difficulty.  "I just needed to get out of the house.  Vivienne is hosting a speaker this week, and if I have to hear about her department's dinner budget one more time, I will murder her."

 

"Local man arrested for aggravated assault with--" Lavellan leaned over to read the title of the huge book on the bottom of the stack.  "The Collected Works of Brother Genitivi."

 

"About the only thing Genetivi is good for."  Dorian's smile turned mischievous.  "Solas should be out of class in a few minutes."

 

She knew that already; Sera had class with him until 3:30.  But she feigned surprise as she started straightening up the rest of the tables and chairs.  "Really?  You're telling me this because...?"

 

"He moped the last two mornings when you weren't here."  His smile was positively evil now.  "It's more than a little pathetic.  You'd think he'd never seen a pretty girl before."

 

It took all of Lavellan's willpower to keep wiping down tables.  She turned her back to Dorian so he wouldn't see the warmth in her cheeks.  "Well, most grad students don't exactly have brimming social calendars," she said as casually as she could.  

 

"What gave him away as a grad student?  The dorky turtleneck?"

 

"Same thing that gives you away.  The stress."

 

She waited, but it seemed Dorian didn't have any smart rejoinder for that.  So she let him hide behind his book fortress before going back to the counter.

 

The rain that had been threatening all day finally started just before four, and quickly picked up into icy, driving sheets that lashed the windows.  People began to trickle in from the street for shelter.  They all gravitated toward the fireplace at the back, even though it was unlit.  Cass hated that thing.  Said it was a drain on their gas bill, but privately, Lavellan thought it more than paid for itself during the winter.

 

"What can I get--oh!"

 

Her hand flew up to her nametag.  Solas was soaked to the skin, but smiling broadly at her.  "Don't worry," he said.  "I wouldn't ruin the mystery in such a careless fashion."

 

Lavellan carefully unpinned the tag and slipped it into her apron pocket.  "Anything other than the coffee?"

 

"Yes.  For you."  And he held up a black plastic bag.

 

She glanced behind him--no one else in line.  When she took it, she could feel the hard outline of a glass bottle.  "Are you bribing me with booze while I'm working?" she guessed.

 

His voice dropped to a whisper."

 

"I would never dream of it, harellan."

 

Two years of elven in undergrad, and she'd never heard anyone who spoke it as well as he did.  It didn't sound like a dead language when he said it.  It sounded right, setting free all the butterflies in her stomach.

 

"Trickster," she said, digging through her memory.  "Have I really earned that?"

 

"That was not the word's original meaning.  But in this case, it seems appropriate.  And I have to call you something."

 

She didn't know what to say to that, so she slowly pulled the plastic bag off the bottle.  The golden label glimmered up at her: an Antivan port.  Nothing incredibly fancy, but still a luxury for a student.  

 

"Is this for me, or for sharing?" she asked.

 

It was like she'd flipped a switch.  The quiet, easy confidence evaporated as Solas shuffled his feet.  He glanced down at the bottle, then at the cash register.  Anywhere but her eyes.

 

"Well.  I...suppose that is up to you."

 

She wasn't sure what made her do it.  They certainly weren't alone, though Solas's gossipy housemate was probably the only one paying attention to them.  Almost of its own accord, her hand reached across the counter and brushed his rain-soaked cheek.

 

"Of course it's for sharing."

[MayriyaNoori]

*walks back into Blanket Fort*

 

So, here's what happens when I get serious and have someone help me edit because we're building up to some very important stuff here. I probably should have edited some more, but oh wellz!

 

And I hope the grand cheesiness of this totally comes through and we all see where this is going.

 

Cause it's getting pretty grand.

 

And Solas is mentioned in this......so not off topic right?

[MayriyaNoori]

Solas fluff Friday is a thing on tumblr.  But I like you guys better so have gradschool fluff here!

 

Spoiler

Thursday afternoons were always slow.  The undergrads were mostly in class, the business students had guest seminars, and the grad students were holed up in their offices and labs.  The only other person in the coffee shop was Solas's housemate, barely visible behind a stack of textbooks and scattered paper.

 

"One Antivan spice tea, and a muffin on the house."  Dorian started to move his books, but she shook her head and dragged over another table for him.

 

He gave her a tired but grateful smile.  "Won't you be in trouble?" he asked, though he was already staring greedily at the muffin.

 

"We never go through all the pastries on weekdays," she explained.  "If I don't give them to starving grad students, Cole takes them for his classmates the next morning."

 

"Thanks."  He swallowed the mouthful of muffin with some difficulty.  "I just needed to get out of the house.  Vivienne is hosting a speaker this week, and if I have to hear about her department's dinner budget one more time, I will murder her."

 

"Local man arrested for aggravated assault with--" Lavellan leaned over to read the title of the huge book on the bottom of the stack.  "The Collected Works of Brother Genitivi."

 

"About the only thing Genetivi is good for."  Dorian's smile turned mischievous.  "Solas should be out of class in a few minutes."

 

She knew that already; Sera had class with him until 3:30.  But she feigned surprise as she started straightening up the rest of the tables and chairs.  "Really?  You're telling me this because...?"

 

"He moped the last two mornings when you weren't here."  His smile was positively evil now.  "It's more than a little pathetic.  You'd think he'd never seen a pretty girl before."

 

It took all of Lavellan's willpower to keep wiping down tables.  She turned her back to Dorian so he wouldn't see the warmth in her cheeks.  "Well, most grad students don't exactly have brimming social calendars," she said as casually as she could.  

 

"What gave him away as a grad student?  The dorky turtleneck?"

 

"Same thing that gives you away.  The stress."

 

She waited, but it seemed Dorian didn't have any smart rejoinder for that.  So she let him hide behind his book fortress before going back to the counter.

 

The rain that had been threatening all day finally started just before four, and quickly picked up into icy, driving sheets that lashed the windows.  People began to trickle in from the street for shelter.  They all gravitated toward the fireplace at the back, even though it was unlit.  Cass hated that thing.  Said it was a drain on their gas bill, but privately, Lavellan thought it more than paid for itself during the winter.

 

"What can I get--oh!"

 

Her hand flew up to her nametag.  Solas was soaked to the skin, but smiling broadly at her.  "Don't worry," he said.  "I wouldn't ruin the mystery in such a careless fashion."

 

Lavellan carefully unpinned the tag and slipped it into her apron pocket.  "Anything other than the coffee?"

 

"Yes.  For you."  And he held up a black plastic bag.

 

She glanced behind him--no one else in line.  When she took it, she could feel the hard outline of a glass bottle.  "Are you bribing me with booze while I'm working?" she guessed.

 

His voice dropped to a whisper."

 

"I would never dream of it, harellan."

 

Two years of elven in undergrad, and she'd never heard anyone who spoke it as well as he did.  It didn't sound like a dead language when he said it.  It sounded right, setting free all the butterflies in her stomach.

 

"Trickster," she said, digging through her memory.  "Have I really earned that?"

 

"That was not the word's original meaning.  But in this case, it seems appropriate.  And I have to call you something."

 

She didn't know what to say to that, so she slowly pulled the plastic bag off the bottle.  The golden label glimmered up at her: an Antivan port.  Nothing incredibly fancy, but still a luxury for a student.  

 

"Is this for me, or for sharing?" she asked.

 

It was like she'd flipped a switch.  The quiet, easy confidence evaporated as Solas shuffled his feet.  He glanced down at the bottle, then at the cash register.  Anywhere but her eyes.

 

"Well.  I...suppose that is up to you."

 

She wasn't sure what made her do it.  They certainly weren't alone, though Solas's gossipy housemate was probably the only one paying attention to them.  Almost of its own accord, her hand reached across the counter and brushed his rain-soaked cheek.

 

"Of course it's for sharing."

*blink*

 

I like how I post some Zevran fluff immediately after this.

 

*goes to sit in Zevran corner of the fort*

[MayriyaNoori]

Welp. I messed up and uploaded a bunch of screenshots to imgur without logging in. Whoops!

But this is what I was up to this morning.. I woke up before anyone should ever actually be awake. 

Spoiler

Creeper Solas!

rofl

 

Solas would be the best photobomber ever!

 

 

Oooo, and I just did like 3 posts in a row. Whoops.

[drosophila]

Solas fluff Friday is a thing on tumblr.  But I like you guys better so have gradschool fluff here!

 

Spoiler

Thursday afternoons were always slow.  The undergrads were mostly in class, the business students had guest seminars, and the grad students were holed up in their offices and labs.  The only other person in the coffee shop was Solas's housemate, barely visible behind a stack of textbooks and scattered paper.

 

"One Antivan spice tea, and a muffin on the house."  Dorian started to move his books, but she shook her head and dragged over another table for him.

 

He gave her a tired but grateful smile.  "Won't you be in trouble?" he asked, though he was already staring greedily at the muffin.

 

"We never go through all the pastries on weekdays," she explained.  "If I don't give them to starving grad students, Cole takes them for his classmates the next morning."

 

"Thanks."  He swallowed the mouthful of muffin with some difficulty.  "I just needed to get out of the house.  Vivienne is hosting a speaker this week, and if I have to hear about her department's dinner budget one more time, I will murder her."

 

"Local man arrested for aggravated assault with--" Lavellan leaned over to read the title of the huge book on the bottom of the stack.  "The Collected Works of Brother Genitivi."

 

"About the only thing Genetivi is good for."  Dorian's smile turned mischievous.  "Solas should be out of class in a few minutes."

 

She knew that already; Sera had class with him until 3:30.  But she feigned surprise as she started straightening up the rest of the tables and chairs.  "Really?  You're telling me this because...?"

 

"He moped the last two mornings when you weren't here."  His smile was positively evil now.  "It's more than a little pathetic.  You'd think he'd never seen a pretty girl before."

 

It took all of Lavellan's willpower to keep wiping down tables.  She turned her back to Dorian so he wouldn't see the warmth in her cheeks.  "Well, most grad students don't exactly have brimming social calendars," she said as casually as she could.  

 

"What gave him away as a grad student?  The dorky turtleneck?"

 

"Same thing that gives you away.  The stress."

 

She waited, but it seemed Dorian didn't have any smart rejoinder for that.  So she let him hide behind his book fortress before going back to the counter.

 

The rain that had been threatening all day finally started just before four, and quickly picked up into icy, driving sheets that lashed the windows.  People began to trickle in from the street for shelter.  They all gravitated toward the fireplace at the back, even though it was unlit.  Cass hated that thing.  Said it was a drain on their gas bill, but privately, Lavellan thought it more than paid for itself during the winter.

 

"What can I get--oh!"

 

Her hand flew up to her nametag.  Solas was soaked to the skin, but smiling broadly at her.  "Don't worry," he said.  "I wouldn't ruin the mystery in such a careless fashion."

 

Lavellan carefully unpinned the tag and slipped it into her apron pocket.  "Anything other than the coffee?"

 

"Yes.  For you."  And he held up a black plastic bag.

 

She glanced behind him--no one else in line.  When she took it, she could feel the hard outline of a glass bottle.  "Are you bribing me with booze while I'm working?" she guessed.

 

His voice dropped to a whisper."

 

"I would never dream of it, harellan."

 

Two years of elven in undergrad, and she'd never heard anyone who spoke it as well as he did.  It didn't sound like a dead language when he said it.  It sounded right, setting free all the butterflies in her stomach.

 

"Trickster," she said, digging through her memory.  "Have I really earned that?"

 

"That was not the word's original meaning.  But in this case, it seems appropriate.  And I have to call you something."

 

She didn't know what to say to that, so she slowly pulled the plastic bag off the bottle.  The golden label glimmered up at her: an Antivan port.  Nothing incredibly fancy, but still a luxury for a student.  

 

"Is this for me, or for sharing?" she asked.

 

It was like she'd flipped a switch.  The quiet, easy confidence evaporated as Solas shuffled his feet.  He glanced down at the bottle, then at the cash register.  Anywhere but her eyes.

 

"Well.  I...suppose that is up to you."

 

She wasn't sure what made her do it.  They certainly weren't alone, though Solas's gossipy housemate was probably the only one paying attention to them.  Almost of its own accord, her hand reached across the counter and brushed his rain-soaked cheek.

 

"Of course it's for sharing."

 

This gets better and better 

[Cee]

 

SAD is weird.  I used to never get it when I lived in Minnesota.  Then I moved to California, and after that the winter I tried to spend in London was miserable.  I love London as a city, but man.  Its weather.  That was the coldest winter they'd had in like 50 years, and I did not handle it well.

 

About two winters ago, we had not only a ton of snow, ice, and terribly cold weather, but I had about five months of medical appointments from December onward following a few days in the hospital and between the various situations I had to deal with, it was a big struggle that winter. I'm always somewhat sensitive to it, especially with the lack of sun and daylight (I should look into a lamp) but that's when it really got to me with the added vulnerable state.

 

 

 

Well, the kittens didn't save Thedas from Anders either  No one offered them tuna for their services!  They're cute but mercenary creatures.

 

 

New headcanon: Kitties' mercenary ways are to blame for everything in Thedas.

 

 

Speaking of Seasonal Affective Disorder (I have a mild problem with this too), vitamin D and a daylight alarm clock helps as well. Vitamin D helps with the fatigue and depression. Daylight alarm helps you wake up more naturally and it helps me feel more refreshed in the mornings.

You're serving as a reminder that I really should get my vitamin D levels checked again. I'm just putting every health thing off right now for money reasons. But I had a really severe deficiency that coincided with terrible winter above. I think deficient is 50? and mine was 9.

[Sable Rhapsody]

*blink*

I like how I post some Zevran fluff immediately after this.

*goes to sit in Zevran corner of the fort*

*reads chapter*

Ahhh my poor sweet assassin! *goes to sit in Zevran corner too*

I'll leave more detailed feedback on AO3 once I'm not on my phone

[Illyria]

Wow guys, I started a new character and sided with the Mages instead this time and I was talking to Lyslas after the initial meeting with Alexius.  This is how the conversation goes.

Lysas: "Everyone blames us. The templars left the chantry, too. That's worse, isn't it? They took an oath. Yet everyone calls it the "mage rebellion." We're the ones they hate. What choice did we have? Stay and be slaves?"

Solas: "Sometimes to achieve the world one desires, one must take regrettable measures."

 

You can watch the vid of it here: https://www.youtube....h?v=I9MWGf6q7so

My jaw literally dropped. 

 

I always side with the mages (well, I always side with the mages because I can't stop playing Revas), so my reaction to that line has evolved over the last 10 or so months.  It's a really good bit of foreshadowing.

[MayriyaNoori]

*reads chapter*

Ahhh my poor sweet assassin! *goes to sit in Zevran corner too*

I'll leave more detailed feedback on AO3 once I'm not on my phone

I guess by the smiley face it's good feedback.

 

Unless that's an evil smiley face laughing at my madness.

[Illyria]

This is a photo of the blanket fort in its essence (when not discussing ancient Elvhen culture gossip )

 

 

Cee, you have to stop posting pictures of me without my permission.

 

(I'm the one in the middle, by the way).

[Cee]

Solas fluff Friday is a thing on tumblr.  But I like you guys better so have gradschool fluff here!

 

Spoiler

Thursday afternoons were always slow.  The undergrads were mostly in class, the business students had guest seminars, and the grad students were holed up in their offices and labs.  The only other person in the coffee shop was Solas's housemate, barely visible behind a stack of textbooks and scattered paper.

 

"One Antivan spice tea, and a muffin on the house."  Dorian started to move his books, but she shook her head and dragged over another table for him.

 

He gave her a tired but grateful smile.  "Won't you be in trouble?" he asked, though he was already staring greedily at the muffin.

 

"We never go through all the pastries on weekdays," she explained.  "If I don't give them to starving grad students, Cole takes them for his classmates the next morning."

 

"Thanks."  He swallowed the mouthful of muffin with some difficulty.  "I just needed to get out of the house.  Vivienne is hosting a speaker this week, and if I have to hear about her department's dinner budget one more time, I will murder her."

 

"Local man arrested for aggravated assault with--" Lavellan leaned over to read the title of the huge book on the bottom of the stack.  "The Collected Works of Brother Genitivi."

 

"About the only thing Genetivi is good for."  Dorian's smile turned mischievous.  "Solas should be out of class in a few minutes."

 

She knew that already; Sera had class with him until 3:30.  But she feigned surprise as she started straightening up the rest of the tables and chairs.  "Really?  You're telling me this because...?"

 

"He moped the last two mornings when you weren't here."  His smile was positively evil now.  "It's more than a little pathetic.  You'd think he'd never seen a pretty girl before."

 

It took all of Lavellan's willpower to keep wiping down tables.  She turned her back to Dorian so he wouldn't see the warmth in her cheeks.  "Well, most grad students don't exactly have brimming social calendars," she said as casually as she could.  

 

"What gave him away as a grad student?  The dorky turtleneck?"

 

"Same thing that gives you away.  The stress."

 

She waited, but it seemed Dorian didn't have any smart rejoinder for that.  So she let him hide behind his book fortress before going back to the counter.

 

The rain that had been threatening all day finally started just before four, and quickly picked up into icy, driving sheets that lashed the windows.  People began to trickle in from the street for shelter.  They all gravitated toward the fireplace at the back, even though it was unlit.  Cass hated that thing.  Said it was a drain on their gas bill, but privately, Lavellan thought it more than paid for itself during the winter.

 

"What can I get--oh!"

 

Her hand flew up to her nametag.  Solas was soaked to the skin, but smiling broadly at her.  "Don't worry," he said.  "I wouldn't ruin the mystery in such a careless fashion."

 

Lavellan carefully unpinned the tag and slipped it into her apron pocket.  "Anything other than the coffee?"

 

"Yes.  For you."  And he held up a black plastic bag.

 

She glanced behind him--no one else in line.  When she took it, she could feel the hard outline of a glass bottle.  "Are you bribing me with booze while I'm working?" she guessed.

 

His voice dropped to a whisper."

 

"I would never dream of it, harellan."

 

Two years of elven in undergrad, and she'd never heard anyone who spoke it as well as he did.  It didn't sound like a dead language when he said it.  It sounded right, setting free all the butterflies in her stomach.

 

"Trickster," she said, digging through her memory.  "Have I really earned that?"

 

"That was not the word's original meaning.  But in this case, it seems appropriate.  And I have to call you something."

 

She didn't know what to say to that, so she slowly pulled the plastic bag off the bottle.  The golden label glimmered up at her: an Antivan port.  Nothing incredibly fancy, but still a luxury for a student.  

 

"Is this for me, or for sharing?" she asked.

 

It was like she'd flipped a switch.  The quiet, easy confidence evaporated as Solas shuffled his feet.  He glanced down at the bottle, then at the cash register.  Anywhere but her eyes.

 

"Well.  I...suppose that is up to you."

 

She wasn't sure what made her do it.  They certainly weren't alone, though Solas's gossipy housemate was probably the only one paying attention to them.  Almost of its own accord, her hand reached across the counter and brushed his rain-soaked cheek.

 

"Of course it's for sharing."

 

I'm out of likes. (Fly'Harelllllllll !!! )

But this is just too adorable.

[Cee]

Cee, you have to stop posting pictures of me without my permission.

 

(I'm the one in the middle, by the way).

 

But you looked very snuggly.

[Cee]

That is perfect! Haha!  

 

Have you always been interested in writing fiction?    If you don't mind me asking, what's AO3?

 

I've written fiction on and off forever but I stopped for years and then started again with this Solavellan stuff. I thought i had lost the ability somehow. But it has been fun.

 

And AO3 is just short for Archive of Our Own, where we have this group for fics: http://archiveofouro...ons/Blanketfort

[drosophila]

I've written fiction on and off forever but I stopped for years and then started again with this Solavellan stuff. I thought i had lost the ability somehow. But it has been fun.

 

And AO3 is just short for Archive of Our Own, where we have this group for fics: http://archiveofouro...ons/Blanketfort

 

What does the 3 in there stand for? I've always been meaning to ask. 

[Illyria]

What does the 3 in there stand for? I've always been meaning to ask. 

 

There's 3 O's.  Hence AO3.

 

EDIT:

 

I'm thinking of making an AO3 account.  You guys interested in adding dom!Alistair and some Conner/Minavae stuff?  Or is it just Solas?
 

[_Lucinia]

Ok I'm going to be honest for a second.  I'm really just looking for an excuse to share this because I've been obsessed with it since it dropped late last night.  Saying it could be a candidate for a Solavellan feels song might be a stretch.  Oh maybe this is the point of view from a Lavellan that breaks up with Solas and this is how she's feeling after Trespasser?  Yeah?

[Cee]

Ok I'm going to be honest for a second.  I'm really just looking for an excuse to share this because I've been obsessed with it since it dropped late last night.  Saying it could be a candidate for a Solavellan feels song might be a stretch.  Oh maybe this is the point of view from a Lavellan that breaks up with Solas and this is how she's feeling after Trespasser?  Yeah?

 

I've only listened to it once and I'm not certain if I like it or not yet, but yeah, I had a similar thought.

[drosophila]

There's 3 O's.  Hence AO3.

 

EDIT:

 

I'm thinking of making an AO3 account.  You guys interested in adding dom!Alistair and some Conner/Minavae stuff?  Or is it just Solas?
 

 

I'm VERY interested!

[MayriyaNoori]

There's 3 O's.  Hence AO3.

 

EDIT:

 

I'm thinking of making an AO3 account.  You guys interested in adding dom!Alistair and some Conner/Minavae stuff?  Or is it just Solas?
 

 I say the more the merrier!

 

AKA

 

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